Amanda waited anxiously for her turn in the restaurant's bathroom. She couldn't hold it any longer, her bladder full and aching. As she watched the minutes tick by on her phone, she couldn't help but bounce up and down a little, trying in vain to relieve some of the pressure.
Finally, the door opened and a co-worker emerged. She breathed a sigh of relief, only for him to realize he had misread the schedule and was supposed to be helping her. He apologized profusely, promising to return as soon as he could.
More time passed, and Amanda began to feel desperate again. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, but all she could think about was using the bathroom. Just as she was about to give up hope, the co-worker returned, looking embarrassed but determined. He led her into the bathroom and prepared for her to use it.
As soon as she was inside, Amanda couldn't move fast enough. She practically tore off her panties, unable to wait any longer. She sat down on the toilet seat, gripping the sides tightly as the urine flowed out of her. It felt so good to finally release the pressure that had been building up inside her.
But then, just as she was about to get up, someone knocked on the door. Startled, she paused, but the smell of her own feces from her ass was too powerful to ignore. She knew she had to feel and taste it, even if someone was waiting outside.
Cautiously, she reached back and slipped a finger into her anus, feeling the soft, warm walls of her rectum giving way to the hard, compact mass within. It was nauseating and exhilarating at the same time, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of pure pleasure.
As she savored the sensation of her own filth, she heard the knocking on the door again. Panic set in for a moment, but then she remembered the naughty grin she had been wearing all day. She couldn't help but feel excited by the thought of what she was doing being discovered.
Finally, she pulled her finger out and stood up, wiping her hands off on her jeans. She opened the door a crack and peeked out, catching sight of her co-worker's confused expression. She smiled sheepishly, then nodded towards her lunch, which was still waiting on the counter.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. Then, with one last glance back at the food, she pulled the door shut behind her and walked out of the bathroom, feeling more alive than ever.
